With the folks watching that cr@ppy Eurovision thing on the box, Missus being in Kent, The Prospect of Sunday Mass looming and basically no one on MSN but needy attention seeking emos I have come to the comclusion that my soul has finally died and departed the body.

I would much rather be stagging on in the pissing rain that be at home on a saturday night, at least that way I'm pre-oocupied and enjoying it. Or at least moaning about being cold

Mass, abortion is this turning into some kind of the Popes coming thread. Convert to the dark side then you can get bladdered and stay in bed on Sunday, shag your neighbours wife with a Johnny on (if it fails not feeling guilty about the magical coat hanger trick) the list goes on and on. The best bit is you donât have to sit behind a wee screen boasting to some stranger about all the shite you have done in the last week, promise not to do it again next, week say some mumble jumbo all is forgiven or just log onto ARRSE tell us no lines or strenuous arm movements other than typing.